The most urgent task was to assess Yvonne's specific condition. Leilani took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions churning inside her. She reached out and gently placed her fingers on Yvonne's wrist to check her pulse.
The pulse was weak and erratic. There were signs of liver stagnation and heart damage—classic symptoms of severe physical depletion caused by long-term mental trauma. Even more serious was...
Leilani's gaze shifted to Yvonne's lower body. Under the blanket, her legs were completely motionless, as if devoid of all sensation.
It was only then that Leilani realized Yvonne wasn't just suffering from memory loss; she was paralyzed from the waist down. Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected Yvonne's injuries to be this severe. No wonder Milford and Yvonne's mother had such a hostile attitude toward her.
"Yvonne," Leilani asked softly, "do you remember how you got hurt?"
Yvonne shook her head blankly. "I don't remember... Mom said I accidentally fell down the stairs myself."
Fell by herself? Just as she was about to ask more, the ward door was violently thrown open.
"Who let you in?" A shrill voice exploded from behind.
Leilani turned to see a face twisted with rage. It was Yvonne's mother, Gloria. She looked much older than she had a few years ago. Her temples were graying, and she was glaring at Leilani as if looking at a mortal enemy.
Gloria stared daggers at Leilani, looking ready to tear her apart. "Leilani! You have the nerve to come here? Get out!"
Gloria rushed over like a protective lioness, shoving Leilani aside. "Who allowed you near my daughter? You murderer!"
Leilani stumbled back a step.

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